Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.